Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

“My dear wife, shall we go to our premium seats?” Many who were sneering at her widened their eyes and a few even turned to look at her.

So, this was the rumored new empress. The premium seats were the third floor that was completely booked for the lord of the empire who rarely visited there but not even his close relatives or friends have the right to go there.

When it comes to Rafael, he was very territorial and did not believe in sharing even if it was a seat or a person.

They all wanted to know who the girl was that was selected by the council and yet alive but they did not dare to stare at her openly since he was standing right there with her.

“You said that aloud to gain their attention.” she whispered more to herself than him.

She failed to understand that vampire who enjoys teasing her but whenever she fell in trouble, no matter how small it was, he always saved her but then.. He teases her again.

“Were you expecting another knight in shining armor to come and save you?” see! He could never talk straight!_.

“I think i am strong enough to handle small matters, my lord. I do not need a knight.” When she had thought that he would chuckle again or scoff and turn back to leave like always, his gaze turned intense and his eyes continued to stare at hers.

She wanted to back away as she felt the intensity but did not want him to feel that she was weak. So, she looked back with the same intensity.

“Too bad! You are not even going to get any! You are bound to me and going to woo me so that you could have your happiness ever after.” her eyes widened and then narrowed at his face to see if he was making fun of her words.

She had only told them to stun him. He always looked so calm as if everything was in his control, but she had not thought that he would tease her later while staying silent at that moment.

“Come, or we will be late.” she pursued her lips when he held her from her back and moved her towards the stairs.

Under the scrutinizing gaze of everyone, he led her to the third floor.

She had already felt that the place was luxurious but the grandeur of the third floor was on completely different level.

Two girls wearing skimpy clothes, opened the door of both sides,

The front wall was made of glass with gold borders. There was a large table with four chairs filled with a lot of dishes and red wine.

There was a girl who was sitting on the floor with her head lowered.

“Was she a slave?” the words left her mouth before she could think about it much when the man chuckled.

“Yes, she is. But she is not permanent slave. She works as the maids in the palace. Girls like her are kept for us to have our fill.” he whispered softly in a seductive voice as he walked in followed by Hazel.

He sat on the chair and ran his hands in her hair as if one was stroking his pet after a long time.

The girl raised her head, and her dim eyes shone. She stared at Rafael for a second before realizing how wrong she was and lowered her head again,

“Master!” she greeted in a soft voice that looked too frail and innocent.

He held her hands and she stood up on her feet and leaned towards his chair making sure not to touch it to maintain her balance.

Hazel stared as he kissed her hands softly like lover and the girl bit her lips in anticipation.

He gently rubbed her wrist and then brought her closer to his lips and in the next second, his fangs come out and he priced her skin in a swift motion.

In Spite of feeling fear or pain, the girl smiled as if she was relieved. Hazel took slow steps towards the room and sat on the chair.

But instead of looking out, she was staring at the girl. Why did she have such an expression on her face? As if she was enjoying the way he was sucking her blood.

More than that the whole event looks so sensuous to her that her throat runs dry. She licked her dry lips yet the thirst did not go.

Moving her hands on the table without taking her gaze away from the girl, she picked the glass and drank the whole liquid in one gulp only to realize later that it was not water.

The soft wine left the bitter taste in her mouth later and she felt a strange sensation in her body as if fire lit all her body and it started to burn.

Her face turned red instantly when finally the girl opened her eyes and stared back at Hazel. There was a territorial look in her eyes as if she was telling Hazel that it was her right to be there.

Taken aback by the sudden action, Hazel looked away, but the scene did not go away from her eyes and for a second when she felt that Rafael was smiling, her eyes widened.

As the one who he was feeding on, not the girl anymore but her. And her face had the same sensuous expressions as if she was enjoying their intimate moments.

She was so lost that she was not able to differentiate between the dream and reality as her hold on the chair tightened.

“Now you can go!” stunned by the sudden voice, she turned to see that Rafael was licking his fangs with his tongue and waved his hands to ask the girl to leave.

She pursed her lips and looked at Rafael with a reluctant look before leaving with slow steps while turning in between.

Hazel gulped when the girl left and she realized they both were alone. She had shared a closed place with her so many times but she had never felt that anxious but it was not fear for her life.

“Why are you so red, Hazel?”